Tonight

Tonight.

Tonight nothing's the same way it used to be.
Tonight I sleep with the solitude of the last leaf falling, before the snow storms in.
The cold I feel in this bed, once ours, now mine, is so brute and overwhelmingly punishing.
Laying here, in the dark, with only the dim light of the moon glowing through my window, the only companion to hear my haunting thoughts before she lulls me to sleep.
"Silence," she whispers to my thoughts, "the night is cold... and so am I".
I understand what she is telling me, she loathes all those couples... who keep each other warm at night, and disregard her, and her solitude. Her fate to live endless nights separated from her love.
And I, I am guilty of ignoring her, too. I now know she is letting me feel the way she feels, every night, for countless nights, since the beginning of life.
I make a promise, a promise never to disregard her, if his warmth be felt here, next to me again.